We had such a lovely visit with our non English speaking house guests. A delight to be able to mingle with a culture very unlike ours. To be uncomfortable. For our boys to struggle and even laugh over misunderstood words. It felt like we were playing charades."Those mountains are where the Appalachian Trail runs," we pointed out our back window. The Frenchmen politely nodding. We kept saying, "Make yourselves at home," as we pointed to the kitchen. We are accustomed to visitors rummaging through our cupboards finding whatever they need. But our Frenchmen were gracious and reserved. Each morning I prepared a homemade pastry and served them strong coffee and fruit. They were incredibly appreciative of the simple homemade touches. Clément clenched his fist, "You make strong coffee. French people like strong coffee." I took that as a compliment.
|My favorite was hearing them sing Hank Williams|
I did manage to understand that André has 3 grown daughters: Evelyn, Michele and Pascal. Clément was at home with our 4 boys since he is the father of 3 very young sons. He was very comfortable singing and playing the guitar for our boys which they loved. He is the conductor for the French ballet. I must say that when it comes to finding opportunities to broaden our scope of experience, I really enjoy finding random and hopefully meaningful ways to enliven our lives. This was one of those experiences, and I hope there are more. It is one thing to open our home to a familiar friend. It is something altogether different to do so with a stranger who doesn't speak my language. Challenging and worthwhile.
|Finding their homes on Google Earth.|